The Ultimate Insult

Logan had been having quite a day.  Nothing seemed to be going his way, at least not by his standards.  The entire day had been nothing but whining and complaining over being "forced" to do the things he was already supposed to be doing, like eating his breakfast and getting ready for school.  Finally, we had reached bedtime and the culminating event.

“Logan, go brush your teeth," my wife hollered from the next room.

There was a pause.

“My guinea pigs don’t like you!” came the reply. 

- 11 January 2018